Chapter Forty Two: Nothing Makes Sense

Without further thinking, Amelia decided to find a way to feed her curiosity and check if the person was Maxwell. All she needed was to see his wrist and check for a tattoo. She turned to Jonah. "You need to sneak out of the hospital building without being seen."

Jonah nodded, understanding the urgency. He quietly slipped out of her office, leaving Amelia to execute her plan.

Amelia took a deep breath, picked up a file that an assistant was meant to take to Maxwell, and walked out of her office. Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way down the corridor, the file clutched tightly in her hands. She knocked on Maxwell's office door, and as soon as she heard his voice, she walked in.

Maxwell looked up, clearly surprised to see her, though he masked it well. "Amelia, what brings you here?"

"I need these documents signed," she said, keeping her tone professional. "My assistant isn't around, and this is too important to wait."

Maxwell's eyes flickered with curiosity as he took the file from her. "What kind of documents are these?"

"Just some routine paperwork," she replied, trying to sound casual. "But it needs your immediate attention."

Maxwell opened the file and began to review the papers. Amelia's eyes darted to his wrist, but it was partially covered by his sleeve. She needed a way to get a better look without raising suspicion.

As he signed the documents, she tried to think of a way to get him to reveal his wrist. "I really appreciate you doing this, Maxwell. It means a lot."

He glanced up at her, then back down at the papers. "It's no trouble," he said, his tone dismissive. He finished signing and then looked up at her.

Maxwell noticed her concentration on him and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you want to let off your chest, Amelia?"

Amelia forced a smile, shaking her head. "No, nothing at all."

Maxwell's eyes lingered on her for a moment, clearly not convinced, but he handed the file back to her without further comment. "Here you go."

"Thank you," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. She turned and walked out of his office, her mind racing. As soon as the door closed behind her, she let out a sigh of relief and stomped her feet on the floor in frustration and anger.

She wasn't able to see the tattoo, confirming her worst suspicions about Maxwell. She hurried down the corridor, her thoughts were of fear.

Back in her office, Jonah and Sarah were waiting anxiously. Amelia entered, closing the door behind her and letting out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She didn't have enough time to remember. She had asked them to leave.

"Did you find out?" Jonah asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Amelia nodded, her expression grim. "It's him. Maxwell has the tattoo. He's definitely involved. I couldn't see his wrist clearly but I'm certain he's the one.

Sarah's face went pale, her hands trembling. "What do we do now?"

Amelia took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. "We need to gather more evidence. We can't confront him directly without proof. Jonah, you keep an eye on Maxwell discreetly. Sarah and I will continue digging through records and talking to staff. We need to find any link that ties him to the baby and his other activities."

They all agreed, understanding the gravity of the situation. They had to be careful, strategic, and above all, determined. Maxwell was a dangerous man, but they couldn't let him get away with what he had done.

Over the next few days, Jonah shadowed Maxwell with even greater caution, noting every unusual behavior and movement. Amelia and Sarah continued their investigation, uncovering more suspicious details about Maxwell's activities and connections. Ameliaand discovered financial irregularities, unexplained absences, and secret meetings that painted a damning picture.

Each piece of evidence they collected brought them closer to the truth and closer to danger. Maxwell was growing more paranoid, his actions increasingly erratic as he sensed the walls closing in on him.

One afternoon, as Amelia was reviewing some documents in her office, there was a sudden knock on the door. Her heart leapt into her throat as she called out, "Come in."

The door opened, and Maxwell walked in, his expression unreadable. Amelia's pulse quickened, but she forced herself to remain calm.

"Amelia," he said, his voice deceptively smooth. "I was wondering if we could talk."

She gestured for him to sit, her mind racing. "Of course, Maxwell. What’s on your mind?"

He took a seat, leaning back and studying her intently. "I couldn't help but notice that you've been acting... strange lately. Is there something going on that I should know about?"

Amelia kept her face neutral, shaking her head. "Nothing at all. Just the usual workload."

Maxwell's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded. "I see. You know, your return to work should be a fresh start for you. I hope you've buried whatever grudges you had with Jonah."

She let out a fake smile, her heart pounding. "Of course. Everything is fine."

He leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "Are you sure? Because it looked like you were talking to someone when I came in earlier."

Amelia's mind raced for a plausible lie. "I was just going over some notes. No one was here."

Maxwell studied her for a moment longer, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Alright. If you say so."

He stood up, and Amelia breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Thank you for stopping by, Maxwell."

"Anytime," he said, turning to leave. As he walked out the door, he glanced back at her one last time, suspicion still lingering in his eyes.

Amelia waited a few minutes, ensuring that Maxwell was gone, before calling Jonah and Sarah back in.

"He's onto us," she said as soon as they were all seated. "We need to be even more careful."

Jonah nodded, but nothing happening made any sense and he could not help but begin to distrust Sarah.